What Ails the World？ "What ails the world？" the poet cried； "And why does death walk everywhere？ And why do tears fall anywhere？ And sk...
Death Out of the shadows of sadness, Into the sunshine of gladness, Into the light of the blest； Out of a land very dreary, Out of a world very weary,...
The Rosary of My Tears Some reckon their age by years, Some measure their life by art； But some tell their days by the flow of their tears, And their ...
A Death Crushed with a burden of woe, Wrecked in the tempest of sin： Death came, and two lips murmured low, "Ah！ once I was white as the snow, In...
A "Thought-Flower" Silently —— shadowly —— some lives go, And the sound of their voices is all unheard； Or, if heard...
The Master's Voice The waves were weary, and they went to sleep； The winds were hushed； The starlight flushed The furrowed face of all the mighty ...
What？ （To Ethel） At the golden gates of the visions I knelt me adown one day； But sudden my prayer was a silence, For I heard from the "Far away&...
Wake Me a Song Out of the silences wake me a song, Beautiful, sad, and soft, and low； Let the loveliest music sound along, And wing each note with a w...
July Between two pillared clouds of gold The beautiful gates of evening swung —— And far and wide from flashing fold The half-furled banne...
A Blessing Be you near, or be you far, Let my blessing, like a star, Shine upon you everywhere！ And in each lone evening hour, When the twilight folds...